"Aaahhh!!"
In the crowded Emirates Stadium, the Arsenal players sprinted past Manchester City's half, pressing towards the Manchester City players in the middle and backfield.
The Manchester City midfielders immediately felt immense pressure. They had to concentrate fully and increase their foot speed to safely pass the ball.
A moment too slow, and the ravenous Arsenal players would surely intercept!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The sound of passing echoed in Manchester City's backfield, quickly drowned out by the Arsenal fans' chants, "Glory Glory Arsenal!!"
In the heated atmosphere, right winger Walcott swiftly completed an interception.
"Snap!"
He intercepted the ball Kompany passed to Yaya Touré and dribbled straight towards the penalty area.
"Yeah!!" Cheers erupted in the stadium. The Arsenal fans' emotions seemed easily ignited today, with many already standing from their seats.
Maël sprinted along the inside, his eyes fixed on Walcott, hoping he would send a diagonal through ball.
He couldn't wait to smash through Manchester City's goal and score an important goal on this day.
"Huff... huff!"
He inhaled deeply, adjusting his sprinting rhythm, his blood surging, unable to calm down.
"Bang!!"
But Walcott's desire to score was also strong. He unleashed a shot directly after reaching the edge of the penalty area. The football hit Manchester City center-back Lescott's leg and bounced out of bounds.
"Hiss!" He grimaced, inhaling sharply, shaking his head regretfully, and waving towards Van Persie and Maël on the other side.
"It's okay, it's okay!!"
"Again! Again!!"
Maël and Van Persie stopped running, not blaming him, but clapping and encouraging him instead.
No one would complain or sulk on this day; everyone was doing their best to encourage each other.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Applause immediately resounded throughout the stadium, and the fans also praised Walcott's interception and shot.
"Bang!"
In the corner area, Rosický quickly kicked a half-high Cross. The football was cleared out of the penalty area by Zabaleta at the near post, landing in front of David Silva near midfield.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The sound of cleats hitting the ground rang out. The Arsenal players didn't waste time on regret. At least five or six people quickly chased back towards their own half.
On this day, they were striving forward, and no one would be lazy or careless! As long as they saw an opportunity for the opponent to threaten the goal, they would desperately intercept, not shirking this responsibility to their teammates.
Among the chasing players, Maël and Walcott quickly surpassed the others, catching up with the Manchester City attacking players first.
"Snap!"
In the end, Maël tripped Nasri, who wanted to advance quickly, in midfield, completing a tactical foul to delay the attack.
The referee came over to warn him, but didn't pull out a yellow card.
Nasri got up, somewhat dissatisfied, glaring at Maël's back and spreading his hands, muttering something.
"Boo, boo, boo!!" More than 50,000 Arsenal fans booed him together, weakening his momentum a lot.
By the time Maël turned to look, he had already turned his head away and looked into the distance.
Inside the live broadcast booths, commentators from all over the world were here, eloquently commentating on the match.
"Arsenal have picked up the pace quickly after the opening! I think in this kind of game, tactics are secondary. It all depends on the players' will!"
On the ESPN Asia commentary booth, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu, two old partners, were sitting here. They usually commentate on important matches.
Two months ago, on February 28th, they commentated on Arsenal's victory over Cardiff City at Wembley Stadium, witnessing the team's first title of the season.
Today, I wonder if they can witness Arsenal's first league title after 7 seasons! "Yes."
Zhang Lu nodded in agreement at this time, extending, "Of course, the premise is that the level of the two teams is similar, and the players have a solid basic ability to read the game and understand tactics.
"If the gap between the two sides is too large, or the players themselves are of average level, the role of willpower is not very significant.
"The players of Arsenal and Manchester City are all top-notch, and their fighting spirit and desire to win are indeed important factors affecting the outcome of the match! Football is played by people, no matter how complex the tactics are, they are executed by people!"
Zhan Jun smiled and asked, "Zhang, which side do you think has a stronger desire to win?"
"Hehe..." Zhang Lu chuckled, seemingly finding the question too simple. "Of course, Arsenal's desire to win is stronger, but I think Manchester City's desire to win is not bad either.
"In the second half of the season, Manchester City has been Arsenal's main competitor.
"Now, basically losing hope of the championship is already considered a big failure... They can no longer tolerate Arsenal lifting the Premier League trophy in front of them after defeating them.
"Moreover, Nasri and Clichy have just transferred, returning to familiar places and seeing familiar people again, but unexpectedly in such a way.
"They will definitely do everything to stop Arsenal, otherwise, it's not just a matter of losing a match and a championship!"
"Haha...!" Zhan Jun laughed a few times, watching the field and saying, "Let's take a look at this attack! Manchester City takes a set-piece! Towards Kyle Walker's position, David Silva and Nasri's cooperation! A two-on-one wall pass!
"Oh, Nasri was bumped out of the sideline. His speed and physique are not as good as Kyle Walker's, so it's difficult to get past him in such a simple way."
...
In the box area, on the VIP stands outside the field, the family and friends were singing the team anthem along with the Arsenal fans.
Isabella held Ava, while also holding Ava's little hand, singing with a smile: "Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"
Clermont and Betty looked at them with adoring smiles. They later learned about Isabella's identity and loved this Maël's girlfriend very much.
As for the eldest sister and second brother at home, they were tiptoeing to look around, searching for celebrities in other VIP areas.
"There! There!"
The eldest sister pointed to a spot, her face filled with surprise, "Dido! I love listening to his songs the most!"
"That one looks familiar, isn't he the star of the upcoming Spider-Man movie?" The second brother looked at Garfield not far away and said with a smile, "I must go see it when it comes out."
Behind them, the members of Maël's team were very focused on looking at one spot.
"Why is Kim Kardashian just sitting there?" José chuckled, staring at Kim Kardashian and teasing Davis beside him, "Have you seen it?"
They were very close to these famous entertainment stars, only about twenty or thirty meters away, all in the same area.
"What?" Davis pretended not to know, smiling slyly, "I don't know."
"Haha...!" José could tell that he had definitely seen it, and laughed loudly, which quickly caused Davis and Harry to be unable to suppress their smiles.
Lewis was sitting next to them, but he wasn't chatting with everyone, he was focused on the game.
Safina and Aisha were secretly observing the reaction of the super-agent Mendes. Seeing the latter with his legs crossed and his expression normal, they were a little surprised.
Who knew that Mendes would turn his head and couldn't help but laugh, "Every man has seen it, no need to pretend, Lewis."
"Pfft!" Safina spat out the coconut milk she had just taken a sip of. He saw Lewis immediately join in with everyone, making it seem like Kim Kardashian was truly a world-class socialite.
"Let's cheer for Maël properly, he's the main character today." Someone couldn't continue the conversation and changed the subject.
"Yes, yes!"
"Let's talk about Football!"
Everyone returned to the right track, focusing their attention on the football field, watching Maël's ball control and running, hoping that he could score a goal on such an important day.
"Is he the best?"
On the other side, Beckham was sitting with Prince William and Princess Kate, the three of them clapping and chatting.
Hearing Prince William's question, Beckham raised his eyebrows and nodded in confirmation, answering, "In today's match, and even in this season's Premier League, he is the best."
"I've watched very little football this year." Prince William pouted with some regret, explaining, "But many people in the royal family are Arsenal fans, the Queen is one of them, it's not a rumor, it's true."
"Ah..." Beckham nodded, he knew that the Queen liked football very much, but he didn't know this.
"Let's get back to the players."
Prince William looked at Maël on the field and said with a smile, "Do you think I will have the honor of seeing the best player score a goal here?"
"Definitely." Beckham said this not just to be polite, he continued, "The player averages more than 1 goal per game, as long as he's not too unlucky, scoring a goal is no problem."
Prince William nodded with a smile, turned his head and glanced at Princess Kate, the two smiled at each other.
A little ahead of them, Kim Kardashian was sitting with her best friend, in front of them was a group of little kids wearing Arsenal jerseys.
"18 years old?"
Kim Kardashian's eyes lit up as she inquired about Maël with her best friend, "That's so young. No one can be at the top at that age, right?"
"That's right." Her friend, with a genuine London accent, must be a local, "Nothing is impossible. He really is. His current transfer value is 70 million euros, and his personal earning power is also quite impressive."
"70 million euros?"
Kim Kardashian was a little surprised, and a hint of interest appeared in her eyes, "How does his earning power compare to NFL and NBA superstars? Or, compared to Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo?"
"Not as much as them." Her friend shrugged helplessly, "If he earned as much as those people, you would have known him long ago.
"For sports stars, fame and wealth are basically proportional. He's still far from the level of Messi, Ronaldo, and Tom Brady.
"But you have to understand, he's only 18 years old. Those world superstars you mentioned were far behind him at this age."
The light in Kim Kardashian's expression grew even brighter, and she seemed to understand, "You mean his potential is unlimited, and he could become an athlete even more outstanding and with greater earning power than those people?"
"Not just possibly." Her friend turned her head, paused for a moment, and said, "But saying definitely would be an exaggeration, maybe 70 or 80 percent.
"My husband said that he has a chance to challenge for the best in history, and the undisputed kind.
"With major achievements in the first two seasons of his career, and phenomenal performances, maybe he will indeed end the debate among fans about who is the strongest."
Kim Kardashian smiled charmingly and pouted her sexy, full lips, "I didn't expect you to know so much about Football."
"My husband told me." Her friend leaned back and looked at her, laughing, "What's with that expression? Are you planning to cross over and target Football players?"
"No, no, no." Kim Kardashian quickly waved her hand, shaking her head, "He's only 18 years old, and he might not even like my type. The aesthetics in Europe are also different from those in America.
"But, if there's an opportunity, it's still good to get in touch."
"Haha..." Her friend smiled sweetly, covering her child's ears, "Don't become the public enemy of American socialites, and then become the public enemy of European socialites. He's very popular here.
"Not to mention you, even I want to get in touch with him. Don't tell my husband."
Kim Kardashian was about to answer when she was attracted by something, "Ah, the Queen is out! She's one of the women I admire most!"
"Clap clap clap!" As soon as she finished shouting, applause rang out in the Emirates Stadium, and Mancini and Wenger in the stadium also turned around and clapped their hands with smiles.
Elizabeth II, the Queen of England, wearing a lavender Chanel-style wool coat and a beige hat, slowly walked towards her seat next to Prince William.
She took off her black gloves and greeted the fans in the stadium, with Prince Charles supporting her.
"Arsenal's biggest fan." Kim Kardashian's friend clapped along with the fans, and she couldn't help but laugh, "I wonder if she will become Maël's biggest fan."
"Clap clap...!"
"Bang!"
Inside the stadium, amidst the applause, Arteta passed a long diagonal pass towards Maël.
More than ten minutes had passed in the game, and the pace had not slowed down. The possession of the ball changed hands very frequently, and everyone was trying to pass threatening balls, trying to stab the opponent hard.
"Pa!"
The ball speed was not enough, and it was intercepted by Zabaleta in the middle, who dribbled the ball towards Arsenal's half.
Maël was just about to move forward when he quickly turned around and gritted his teeth to chase after him.
Today, his legs were particularly strong, probably due to the adrenaline rush. He forgot about fatigue and stamina distribution, only wanting to contribute to every attack and defense.
"Bang bang... bang!"
Zabaleta's advance speed was good this time. He cut past Rosický, who was trying to steal the ball, and accelerated towards Arsenal's half.
After being passed, Rosický accidentally blocked Maël, forcing Maël to go around him horizontally and accelerate again, making Manchester City's attack extremely threatening.
"Bang!"
Zabaleta then passed the ball to the wing, where Nasri faced Kyle Walker one-on-one.
Seeming to realize that he couldn't get past him, he created an angle and directly crossed the ball towards the center.
The Football was cleared by Mertesacker at the far post, but at the second ball position, David Silva raised his left leg to meet the ball, preparing for a volley.
"Swish!"
At the critical moment, Maël's figure rushed out from his side, poking the ball away and passing it to Sagna, the full-back on the other side.
"Wow!!" A commotion erupted in the stadium as the fans tirelessly clapped their hands.
"It was Maël who made the interception! Sagna advances with the ball! Because this is Manchester City's weak attacking side, they haven't committed many troops, and no one can immediately stop Sagna! Maël turns back and starts sprinting again, joining the counter-attack! He has now become the soul of this team! Sagna! Passes the ball to Walcott! Manchester City only has three defenders back there, Milner is chasing back, and Yaya Touré is still some distance away! Zabaleta is about to be overtaken by Maël, and there's a gap in his defensive area. He reaches out, trying to pull down Maël, who is off the ball!"
...
"Thump, thump, thump!"
On the left flank, Maël sprinted back, joining the counter-attack.
The continuous anaerobic sprints had brought the excitement in his brain to its peak, with new strength constantly surging into his limbs, as if a raging fire was stirring within him.
"Huff...!" His breathing was unusually rapid, his eyes only focused on the football and the opponent's goal in the distance.
"Fack! Stop!" Zabaleta, seeing the danger in his team's backfield, struggled to reach out and grab Maël's jersey.
Maël had anticipated this, and with his next step, he poured all his strength into his body, throwing Zabaleta to his left.
"Thump...!"
Zabaleta awkwardly fell to the ground, the powerful force causing him to roll twice.
"Oh!" The Arsenal fans on the same side stood up again, waving their fists and clapping their hands at Maël, shouting words of encouragement.
"That's how it should be!"
"Come on!"
"Let them feel your intensity, let Manchester City know what kind of team we are now!"
"Goal!"
Maël could hear the general gist, but he wasn't distracted, still paying attention to Walcott's dribbling breakthrough in the distance.
Realizing that the opponent might cross, he locked his gaze on the opponent's ankle to judge the approximate direction and landing point of his pass.
"Bang!"
Walcott twisted his hips and waist, using them to drive his ankle and send a super high Cross towards the center.
"Van Persie! Van Persie!" Kompany at the near post immediately pointed behind him, signaling Lescott to pay attention to Van Persie's movements.
He glanced back and was surprised to see Maël bypassing the center and rushing towards his defensive area.
What does this guy want to do?!
Kompany immediately lowered his center of gravity, instinctively reaching out towards Maël, trying to push him out of the danger zone.
He quickly turned his head to judge the height of the football and felt relieved, the probability of this ball being headed in at the near post was almost zero, how high would he have to jump.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump!"
Maël rushed to the near post, took a deep breath and pushed off the ground with force, first relying on his legs and core strength to jump, then exploding his core strength again in the air, finally lifting his body while hanging in the air waiting for the ball to arrive.
Hanging header!
He was going to explode directly at the near post! Kompany looked up at the sky, and when he saw the height of Maël's head, his eyes froze, he seemed to know what was going to happen next.
"Bang!!"
After hanging in the air for a fraction of a second, the football flew in front of Maël's forehead, he tucked his chest and abdomen, and once again exploded with strength in the air, forcefully heading the football.
"Swish!" The football smashed straight into the net to Joe Hart's right like a cannonball, he remained indifferent throughout, just like his most trusted defender Kompany.
"Wow!!"
"Aaahhh!!"
"Maël!!"
"Bomber!"
"King!!"
"Beautiful! Beautiful!!"
As the earth-shattering cheers erupted at the Emirates Stadium, Kompany, Joe Hart, and others were dumbfounded, standing in place with their hands on their hips, watching Maël's back.
Yaya Touré and Nasri, who had just chased back, also looked shocked. As professional Football players, they knew best what it meant to jump to this height and hang in the air to smash in a header.
Of all the active players in the world, there are definitely no more than 5 who can smash a header like that! In today's championship battle, Lionel Maël actually opened the scoring in such a violent way!
One can imagine how much encouragement and fighting spirit the Arsenal players will receive.
Not only them, but even Van Persie and Arteta in the penalty area opened their mouths and sighed in admiration before turning to chase after Maël.
"Yeahhh!!"
After landing, Maël spread his arms and rushed towards the corner flag area on the left side of the field. His face was full of ecstasy, his whole body was boiling with enthusiasm, and he couldn't stop his upper limbs from trembling.
He kept shouting until his last breath was exhausted, then he took a deep breath of fresh air, paused for a moment, and patted his chest while shouting, "Come on!! Come on!!"
One to zero!
Taking the lead!
Closer to the championship! This time, he couldn't do a cool move first. Dopamine and endorphins filled his entire brain, making him uncontrollably want to vent.
He directly slid out passionately on the grass, making a bow-pulling motion with both hands, while leaving a happy, beaming face for the camera on the sidelines, capturing his highlight moment in life, "Boom!"
After getting up, he turned around and hugged Van Persie and Walcott, who had already rushed over.
"Well done!" Van Persie put his arm around Maël's head. "They are no match for you! You terrify them!"
"39 goals."
Walcott high-fived him and said happily, "Aim for 40 goals! As long as you achieve this goal, we will definitely win the championship!"
"Collect 40 fragments to exchange for a championship trophy?" Arteta also came over and joked with a smile.
The group then turned to look at the stands and shouted with their hands raised high along with the fans, "Champions! Champions!"
When they finished celebrating and turned to leave, Maël's celebration was not over. He had finally calmed down a lot and was able to do the celebration move he had planned before the game.
He pulled out the corner flag, pointed the flag side towards his armpit, using the pole head as a sniper rifle barrel, and aimed at an area in the A-zone box.
"Boom!"
He smiled and fired a shot. This sniper rifle celebration move was stolen from Neymar later on.
As a senior CSGO player, Neymar often likes to make some game-related celebration moves, creating a dreamlike collaboration.
He probably doesn't love playing games that much now, but there's no way, this classic celebration move will become Maël's.
"Farewell, young man, drawing your bow to the fullest! Fearless of time, fearless of the wind!!"
Inside the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun's hoarse and passionate voice rang out: "Lionel Maël, this passionate and courageous player! Opens the scoring for Arsenal in the championship battle!
"This is his 39th goal in his first Premier League season! The number of goals created is really approaching 60+! A one-to-zero lead! Will this goal help Arsenal lift the championship trophy tonight?! Let's wait and see!"
He originally wanted to stop there, but hearing the waves of *shocking sound waves* in the stadium, he couldn't help but continue to roar: "The Arsenal fans who came to the Emirates Stadium today are happy! They can be in joy early! And continue watching the game with strong hope!
"The broadcast camera is aimed at them, we see the crowded fan stands! Many fans are almost crying, they can only suppress their emotions by constantly panting.
"Ah, it's Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles, they are also clapping their hands to celebrate this goal!
"What is Prince Charles saying? I bet it must be related to Maël! He made himself exceptionally outstanding right from the start today!
"Tom Brady is also clapping, I wonder how Maël's explosive physical fitness compares to that of a football player?
"The camera is aimed at Mendes again, the beautiful woman next to him holding a child and celebrating must be Maël's long-rumored girlfriend."
"Hehe..." Zhang Lu joked at this time, "Is this Maël's child?"
"Haha...! 'Probably' not! It would be bad if this was his child!"
"He drives a Bugatti on the sidelines! He dances the Swan Lake on the defensive line!"
After the restart, the Arsenal fans played 'Maël's Song', which made the Manchester City players, eager to counterattack, feel confused and often make passing errors, failing to create any threats.
This made Mancini very helpless, he also came today with the aim of winning.
The Italian turned around and looked at a red and white stand, holding his arms with a melancholy look in his eyes, seemingly feeling that the situation was already over.
Arsenal already had a stronger fighting spirit than them, and their fans would also provide them with great support today... Under these circumstances, letting the opponent score first would make it very difficult to come back.
"Ah!"
In the 31st minute of the match, with a scream in the backfield, Clichy lay on the ground, not getting up for a long time.
This was a non-contact injury, perhaps he also felt there was no hope and wanted to feign injury and leave the field, not wanting to watch Arsenal approach the championship step by step.
Mancini watched the team doctor examining Clichy, wanting to get a result from them.
When he saw the team doctor turn his head with a complicated expression, unable to make any gestures, he resigned himself to fate.
"Kolarov!"
Mancini turned and called Kolarov to warm up, then went to the bench, "Anyone who wants to play can raise their hand and tell me, I can substitute you in after halftime."
Manchester City's substitutes looked at him in astonishment, then understood their coach, and many raised their hands.
"Oh!" Cheers rang through the Emirates Stadium again, as if Arsenal's threatening attack was coming again.
Mancini turned his head to look and saw Maël flick the ball past Zabaleta, cut towards the center, and pass the ball with one touch, sending out a scalpel-like ground through ball, tearing apart Manchester City's defense.
At the far post, Sagna, who had been rushing forward, entered the rib of the penalty area and shot after receiving the ball in an unmarked state.
Mancini turned back in advance, knowing that he didn't need to watch.
But his lack of tension didn't mean that the players on the field at this time weren't nervous.
"Aim for the middle!"
In the penalty area, Maël looked at Sagna about to shoot for the far corner and couldn't help but remind him.
Sometimes you still have to believe in metaphysics. This ball seems sure, but if Sagna kicks it out of the baseline, it's over.
"Bang!"
Sagna paused for a moment before shooting, then changed the point of contact, trying to hit the ball towards the middle.
"Swish!" The football flew low to the ground, twenty centimeters above the ground, and smashed into the side netting of the far corner without deviation.
"Huh?!" Sagna discovered a new world, his eyes lit up, and he immediately spread his arms and ran towards Maël.
Goal! Two to zero! One step closer! "Yeah!!" The earth-shattering roar pierced through the entire stadium, the fans had a passion that could not be compared with the past, and tens of thousands of people stood up in unison.
"Smoked Tai Sui! Fire-scorched Vajra!! Sagna scores another goal for Arsenal!"
In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun shouted with a smile: "Two to zero! The victory is more stable! An assist from Maël's breakthrough! "While congratulating Sagna on scoring his third goal of the season, we must also congratulate Maël for completing his 20th assist in the Premier League! "This also ties the single-season assist record of their team legend, Henry! "Note that this is also the Premier League assist record!
"Maël at the end of the season is really terrifying! Every step he takes forward seems to shatter a record, or raise a record! "Goals and assists both surpass Henry! Now, I think everyone can say that his first season performance has surpassed Henry in his prime!
"Arsenal fans no longer need to miss that legendary No. 14, a legendary No. 7 is about to wave to them with the Premier League trophy! "Where will he go? Where will he lead this team?!"
"."
"Good ball!!"
On the field, Maël watched the football enter the net and jumped up, bending his body backward in place.
He immediately glanced at Wenger on the sidelines and found that the Professor was high-fiving with Philip and others.
"Sagna!" He looked at Sagna rushing towards him and pointed to the sidelines, "Go celebrate there, go tell him, we've got it!"
Sagna, the team's flower, glanced at the coaching bench, then nodded and ran over.
Maël followed, he couldn't stop smiling, he was very sure what kind of achievement he would accomplish today.
"Pa!" Sagna high-fived with the Professor on the sidelines, then clenched his fist and looked at the field, "Wow!!"
Wenger was wearing a brand new black coat today, with a dark red tie and a light blue shirt, which looked like he had carefully prepared for the trophy presentation ceremony.
He and Sagna looked at Maël with a smile, looking at the boy who laid the foundation for their championship with 1 goal and 1 assist.
When Maël was still more than ten meters away from him, his left hand couldn't help but lift up, waiting to high-five with the other party.
"Mr. Wenger."
Unexpectedly, Maël didn't notice his high-five invitation when he came up, he just hugged him and joked, "Are you ready to dance? Are you dancing with Philip and Hans, or solo?"
"Haha...!" Wenger retracted his left hand and said triumphantly: "Solo dance, I came prepared today."
"That's good."
Maël patted him on the shoulder and turned to look at Hans on the side, "Such an important day today, haven't you prepared any celebrations?"
"Of course."
Hans's face was flushed red, even his bald head seemed to glow. He pointed at his feet, "If we win when the game ends, I want to wear the shoes you gave me and kick the game ball into the stands!"
Maël smiled and shook his head, giving him a push. "Too simple! And you might not be able to grab it before someone else does."
"I can't think of anything else."
Hans replied with a grin, pointing to a spot. "The entire Arsenal U18 Team is over there. I'll kick the ball towards them, so my teammates can share the joy of victory."
Maël glanced in the direction he was pointing, nodded, and without a word, turned and ran towards the field.
He spontaneously raised his arms again, waving them a few times towards the sky.
The first major team honor and the £4 million bonus are coming! After this play, the first half quickly ended, and the players from both sides returned to the locker rooms to rest.
"Haha...!"
"Yeah!"
In front of the dejected Manchester City players, the Arsenal players gleefully ran into the player tunnel, many of them deliberately flaunting in front of Nasri.
This made the French midfielder's face darken as he lowered his head and grimaced with mixed feelings.
"We are the champions! We are the champions!!!"
When Maël entered the field for the second half, he noticed that the Arsenal fans inside the stadium had already started singing Queen's championship song, beginning their premature celebration.
His eyes sparkled as he waved his hand and sang along with them, while also looking towards a section of the stands where dozens of banners about him were displayed.
Before the first half started, he saw that there were two blank spaces on the banner, but now there was only one left.
A banner with some bizarre scribbles had appeared there, which seemed to be a newly drawn image of his shot when he scored his 39th goal.
He smiled happily. In the second half, he would try to fill that last blank space with content as well.
"Beep!"
The referee then blew the whistle to start the second half. Van Persie kicked off from the center circle for Arsenal, and the team began passing the ball around in their own half.
"Sha la la la... Sha la la la!!"
The fans all stood up, jumping shoulder to shoulder, driving the atmosphere of the game. Unless they were too tired to bear it, they would continue to jump like this until the end of the match.
"Beep beep!"
In the 55th minute of the match, Manchester City made two substitutions, with Nasri and Agüero coming off, and Pizarro and Davis coming on.
"Clang!"
Six minutes later, Maël's Brutal Long Shot hit the crossbar, and all the Arsenal fans held their heads in regret, "Ah!"
As the game clock passed 70 minutes, the atmosphere was already raging, with everyone on the verge of eruption.
In the 82nd minute, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Charles also stood up, clapping their hands as they waited for the final whistle.
"Bang!"
"Slap!"
In the 87th minute, Maël's *Cut Inside Curved Shot* was saved by Joe Hart, but he didn't feel regret. Instead, he immediately turned his head to look at the time on the scoreboard.
Seeing that the game was about to end, he high-fived and hugged Van Persie, fully prepared to celebrate.
The emotions of all the Arsenal players were a bit off. Many were no longer focused on the game, and a sense of impatience appeared on everyone.
They had waited too long!
Before the corner kick was taken, Maël came to the edge of the penalty area. He noticed that the Manchester City players seemed to have given up on the game. Everyone numbly entered the penalty area to defend, and no one stayed outside the area.
An opportunity!
He raised his head to signal to Rosický, who was about to take the kick, unsure if the other man had seen him, but he just stood in place, lowering his center of gravity to prepare.
"Bang!"
Rosický's corner kick was taken, but the football didn't go towards the vicinity of the small penalty area, nor did it have any height.
It was a half-high ball, and the football even bounced once in the middle, and its direction was precisely outside the penalty area! Maël's whole body became excited as he watched the ball come towards him. He took a deep breath and shifted his weight to his left leg, his body also leaning towards that side, while his right leg swung up like a scimitar.
"Bang!!"
The scimitar-like kick sliced the incoming ball, altering its trajectory while imparting even greater speed, sending it hurtling towards the upper right corner of the goal.
In the center, Sagna was right in the path of the ball. He quickly ducked his head to avoid changing its course again.
Joe Hart once again stood motionless, reacting too late. By the time he saw the ball, it was already above the small penalty area.
Such a miraculous shot was beyond any possibility of him saving it.
"Swish!" A crisp sound of the net rippling echoed as the ball slammed into the upper corner, causing the net to bulge deeply backward.
Another goal!
Three to zero! "AaahhhYeahhh!!!" More than fifty thousand Arsenal fans screamed hysterically. This was definitely a goal that sealed the victory. The championship was theirs!
"Ohhhhaha!!" Cheers from outside the stadium quickly joined in, merging with the sounds from within.
On the broadcast, they probably hadn't seen the goal yet, but just by listening to the roar of the Emirates Stadium, they could tell Arsenal had scored.
"Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"
The fans inside the stadium then chanted Maël's name, conveying to the outside world who had led them to victory!
"He scored again! A celestial feat! A volley!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun was full of praise and a bit dumbfounded. "Maël has scored his 40th league goal! He's the first player in Premier League history to have a goal tally starting with the number 4!! Completing the breakthrough of 40 goals and 20 assists in the same match! Reaching 60+! This is definitely an important day for the player! There's no suspense anymore, Arsenal is about to lift their 14th top-flight league title in history! Also, the 4th Premier League title in the Mr. Wenger era! Seven years of perseverance have finally blossomed at this moment! I recommend everyone read that long article in The Guardian. After reading it, you'll understand why Arsenal has bloomed so brilliantly this time!"
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The Emirates Stadium was brightly lit, with dozens of spotlights illuminating every corner of the field.
But everyone's eyes were locked on one person, as if he alone had stolen all the light.
"Champion!"
In the VIP area, Isabella put Ava down, clapping and jumping as she hugged her best friend Aisha, then high-fived Safina.
Seeing Maël lead Arsenal to the championship in this way filled her with indescribable pride. She wished she could be on the field right now, showering Maël with passionate kisses.
"That goal?!"
José turned to look at Harry, Davis, and the others in admiration. They then hugged each other tightly, pulling Lewis into the embrace as well.
"We're going to win!" Davis glanced at the time, his eyes almost brimming with tears. "I knew it, following him, we'd win everything!"
"That's right, that's right!"
Harry's face was also flushed with excitement as he sighed, "What a crazy season! The double crown is really achieved!"
José pulled Lewis over again, jumping up with the old man. "Come on! Share in his glory!"
"Clap clap clap!"
Compared to them, Mendes seemed more restrained, simply clapping his hands in place.
But noticing the waves in his eyes, one would understand that he was not as calm as he appeared.
40 goals!
20 assists!
EFL Cup + Premier League Champion!
Mendes was now certain that the photo he took with Lionel Maël when they signed the contract would become a classic photo of his career as an agent, and their collaboration would surely be told as a legend.
"Keep soaring." His body trembled slightly as he murmured, "I will be behind you, taking care of everything for you. Go, go"
"Hey!"
In front of them, Prince William laughed and raised his hand, then kissed Princess Kate before turning to high-five Beckham.
"I thought I could only see it once, but I directly saw it twice."
He seemed very excited, as if immersed in the moment at the Emirates Stadium. "Now I know why Beckham said he is the best."
"Haha..." Beckham laughed a few times, watching the figure running to celebrate on the field, a hint of envy in his eyes.
"I have a question." Prince William turned to look at him again, asking, "This might be a difficult question to answer, apologies in advance will he become a superstar of your level?"
Beckham shook his head, he didn't think the question was difficult to answer, and immediately said, "It depends on which aspect you're talking about. In terms of strength, he has far surpassed me. He is the best in this league ever."
"That good?"
Prince William understood what he meant and didn't ask further, turning his head to observe Queen Elizabeth.
"Your Majesty," Princess Kate, more sensible than him, had already leaned over and asked, "Was the match good? Are you happy?"
"Yeah," Queen Elizabeth nodded emphatically, looking at the field and saying, "Very good, I know Maël now, he's too outstanding."
Everyone laughed along with her, Prince Charles beside her supporting her, wanting her to sit down, but she refused.
"Let me watch a bit longer, it's almost over, it's not easy for Wenger to achieve another success."
Elizabeth had met Wenger several times before, not just about Football, she had always been concerned about the situation of this old friend.
"Ah!"
A little ahead of them, Kim Kardashian and her best friend stood up and hugged, celebrating enthusiastically.
"He's amazing! Absolutely incredible!" Kim Kardashian had some understanding of sports, even if she didn't know the specific rules of Football, she had the ability to appreciate it.
Anyone could see how beautiful and dashing that goal was! "I told you!" Her best friend smiled, "He's the best in London! And the best in England!"
Kim Kardashian nodded with a smile, her eyes revealing a strong interest, "I'm even more convinced by your words now, he has the potential to become one of the most lucrative athletes! His 18 years are more outstanding than many people's 30 years."
"I have to find a way to get to know him, do you have any good ideas?"
"No." Her best friend shook her head, helplessly saying, "If I had a way, I would have gotten to know him long ago."
"No, no!"
Kim Kardashian was very anxious, clapping her hands in place, thinking of a solution, "Invite him to film an episode of a show? How about that? It's legitimate and won't cause any controversy."
"It's possible." Her best friend nodded, reminding her, "But be prepared for a big expense, he's very, very expensive now, I estimate filming a show would cost around $2 million."
"And there are very few off-field scandals involving players, considering image and other issues, whether his agent will accept is also a question."
Kim Kardashian didn't respond, just kept staring at the field, after this match, she had been deeply attracted by that handsome and talented young man.
Maybe she didn't expect anything to happen with him, just hoped to get to know him in advance.
"Aaahhhh!!"
On the field, under the gaze of tens of thousands of fans, Maël ran ecstatically to the sideline, closed his eyes in delight, tore at his Arsenal jersey, and kissed the team's crest.
It was certain, they would later lift the Premier League trophy for the 11-12 season!
He had scored 40 goals and provided 20 assists for this team in the Premier League! The fans had cheered for him from the first match to the end of the season, to this moment! He deeply loved this team, deeply loved the fans here, and even this city.
He had finally, finally, brought a very important championship to this place!
"Bang bang bang!!"
After opening his eyes, Maël pounded on the team crest on his chest, shouting ecstatically towards the fans in the stands, "Vamos!!"
Immediately afterwards, he looked at a spot in the stadium, where the fans raised the banner again, and it could be noticed that someone was writing on the last blank page.
He smiled happily, raised his hand in a gesture towards there, then, remembering something, waved to the teammates rushing up, and ran at full Speed towards Mr. Wenger on the sideline.
As at the beginning of the season, he extended his right hand when he was still ten meters away from Mr. Wenger, gradually slowing down.
He saw the radiance on Mr. Wenger's face, saw the joy at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and also saw the other party extending his right hand.
"Clap!"
The two's right hands slapped together heavily, then hugged tightly.
"We did it!" Maël shouted in Mr. Wenger's ear, he felt the Professor's body tremble.
"Yes, we did it." Mr. Wenger didn't say anything else, just repeated Maël's words in a trembling voice, no one but himself knew his mood at this moment.
Maël quickly turned and left to celebrate with his teammates, then ran to his position, waiting for the moment when the game truly ended.
Mr. Wenger stayed in place, first took off his coat, then put it back on, and adjusted his sleeves and tie.
Then he went to the reflective mirror next to the coach's bench and tidied his hair.
"Second half stoppage time, 1 minute!" The stadium DJ quickly announced the game's stoppage time, and the fourth official also raised the stoppage time board.
Mr. Wenger walked to the sideline and stood there, stood for a while and then paced back and forth, paced for a while and then went to the coach's bench to drink water, and after drinking, repeated the previous actions.
He couldn't calm down, only wishing time would pass faster. This one minute was definitely one of the longest in Mr. Wenger's life.
As the game passed 90+1 minutes, Mr. Wenger, noticing that the referee hadn't blown the whistle yet, looked anxious and spread his hands towards the fourth official.
Seeing that the fourth official ignored him, he stepped forward, preparing to argue with him.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
Suddenly, a whistle as melodious as a silver bell echoed throughout the entire stadium, as if triggering some kind of mechanism.
"AaahhhAhaAha!!"
"Waaahhh!!"
The open-air Emirates Stadium erupted with at least 130 decibels of sound. No other football stadium possessed such fervor at this moment. The fans relied entirely on shouting to create a sense of overwhelming vibration.
Mr. Wenger suddenly stopped in his tracks, abruptly turning his head towards the field. He saw Arsenal players either kneeling or lying down, all pointing their fingers to the sky or raising their arms and shouting.
"We are the champions!"
"Great champions!!"
"Invincible champions!!"
"Yeah!"
He then noticed Philip, Hans, and others rushing onto the field, along with several players wearing substitute vests.
"Huff... Huff!"
Mr. Wenger didn't know why he was still standing there in a daze. His breathing became heavy, and an unprecedented sense of release enveloped him.
His eyes reddened, a mixture of grievances, joy, and elation causing them to sting.
Over the past seven seasons, he had tasted too much humiliation and betrayal, unwillingness and loneliness. Every night before going to bed, his heart would break all over again, and the next day he would reassemble it and continue to face reality.
But now, he was absolutely certain that his heart was completely healed.
"Thump...! Thump...!"
Not only that, it was also beating wildly for this team, for Lionel Maël who led this team to victory, keeping time with their celebration!
Arsenal are the champions!!
Mr. Wenger clenched his fists tightly, leaning back and shouting, "Yeah!!"
His features were squeezed together, allowing the photographer to capture the wrinkles on his face.
After a long shout, he started moving his feet, rushing towards the field and joining the collective celebration.
Behind him, his old rival Mancini, who was originally waiting to shake hands with him, smiled understandingly at this scene and walked towards the player tunnel.
"Ooh ooh ooh!!"
In the passionate Emirates Stadium, the shouts did not stop, nor did they weaken. The fans set off red and white smoke bombs in a frenzy, lighting the sparklers in their hands.
"Crackle crackle!" Countless lights shone in the stands, and red mist then gushed out, gathering in the sky.
"Charge charge charge!!"
"Champions!!"
"Go celebrate!"
"7 years! Hahahaha! Hahaha!! 7 years! Ah! Do you know how I've spent these 7 years?!"
"Thank you Mr. Wenger! Thank you Lionel Maël!!"
As scattered fans roared and rushed onto the field, those holding smoke bombs also charged in, and the field suddenly became filled with smoke.
Manchester City players quickly ran towards the player tunnel, partly because they didn't want to seem out of place here, and partly because they were afraid of being attacked by extremist fans.
Nasri, in the final moment before entering the player tunnel, couldn't help but look back deeply at the scene inside the stadium.
At this moment, deep regret appeared in his eyes. If he had stayed, he wouldn't be rushing to leave like a rat crossing the street now, but would be celebrating here with the fans.
Uncontrollably, tears welled up in his eyes, causing his emotions to spiral out of control.
Looking back again, he saw Clichy, already crying his eyes out, leaning against the wall of the tunnel, sobbing with his mouth pursed.
This intensified Nasri's emotions, causing him to clench his teeth and his body to twitch.
Once upon a time, his and Clichy's dream was also to help this team win the Premier League, but they failed to achieve it and ended up on opposite sides with the club.
Maël. The name they once hated to the extreme, at this moment, actually made them feel a bit of reverence.
Nasri strode towards the player tunnel. After entering the tunnel, he heard Clichy's voice beside him intermittently saying, "Celebrate well, Arsène."
He took Clichy's shoulder and quickly led him away from here. All of this had nothing to do with them anymore.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
In the dark sky, a pure white glider flew by, pulling a long banner: "11-12 Season Premier League Champions - Arsenal!!"
Everything near the Emirates Stadium seemed to be infected with a joyful atmosphere.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!"
"Clap clap...!"
Before long, thousands of fans gathered in the stadium. The smoke bombs they set off soared into the sky, and the crackling fireworks on the scene together visualized the excitement of this moment.
In the center of the field, Maël and Van Persie clapped hands and hugged each other to celebrate. Hundreds of Arsenal fans had gathered around them, but none disturbed them.
"You deserve the greatest credit!"
Van Persie's nose was very sore, and after saying the first sentence, he couldn't help but feel tearful. "Maybe if you hadn't come, I would have left here... But now, I won't leave!"
Maël didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
The 3rd title of his career is here! This season is finally coming to an end. As long as they remain undefeated in the last 2 games, they will have a perfect ending with a double crown!
At this moment, looking around the entire stadium, he had a feeling of looking down on all living beings.
In the past season, they were undoubtedly the best team in London, the best team in the entire England, and the Premier League overlords! It was not easy to get to where they are now... Next, it was time for them to challenge the whole of Europe and the world! "Huff!"
Maël breathed a long sigh of relief, put one arm on Van Persie's shoulder, and enjoyed the fireworks feast with him.
"Maël!"
"Come on!"
"Lift them up!"
"Ah!"
The two stood like this for a long time until they were lifted over their heads by the fans who rushed over, and quickly toured the field in a fiery atmosphere.
"Hahaha!"
Van Persie pointed at Maël in the air and laughed, "King! You must wear a crown later! This season belongs to you!"
"Let's both wear them together!" Maël pointed at him with a beaming expression, and then said, "Let Mr. Wenger wear it once too, he must have had a long-awaited rain, and it has been a long, long time."
"Yes!" Van Persie nodded, took off his clothes in the crowd of fans, and raised his hands bare.
Maël grabbed the shoulders of the fans holding him up, a little afraid of falling down.
Looking at the stadium from a different angle, there was still a different feeling. He more clearly captured the various aspects of the crowd at this time, seeing countless people crying with joy, countless people waving the team flags in their hands, and also seeing Mr. Wenger being lifted up.
"Haha...!"
He finally laughed twice and raised his hands to wave. All the joy of victory and goals this season was superimposed at this moment and doubled into his heart!
In the English Football World in 2012, there was no Agüero's 9320, only Maël led Arsenal to an undefeated championship with 60+ data! 30 wins and 6 draws! This will be a legendary record, the highest number of wins in a single season in the English Football World! On this day, there was only one main theme in North London, and that was celebration, celebration, and more celebration!!
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